What am I doing here?

Waldo Knoesen
I sit here, as I have so many times before...

Yet this time its all different, had it been the past, I could do that which I so desperately want to... but here I sit, longing and causing a storm inside myself which I'll never win, tearing apart the walls of sanity, the darkness creeps in and steals my thoughts... yet for a moment I see hope, lingering in the air as your scent fills the room...

I have no idea what I'm doing here... maybe I should leave, maybe I should stay and believe, hope, love...

I dont know